o sweet human child

O' sweet human child,
i wish you'd remember,
when you were born,
you were wild,
not an act of providence,
want when labored,
in the fields of pleasure,
it led to your existence,
They were long years,
the period when you learn't,
The science,
the civic,
the fashion,
Produced a void,
you now call civilization,
god must have watched,
with fingers burnt.
o my sweet human child,
i want you to remember,
when you were born,
you were wild

well they say god made man in his image, I wonder if that is why i feel like god all the time...or is it because of the king fisher or tuborg, cyborg or whatever.water saves life and alcohol gives some. If you don't believe it, try it. i don't drink because i'm sad, mad or something at something or the other. I do it cause i like the feeling. The dopists call alcohol a downer, but it does make you live more of every moment that you spend under it's influence. You laugh at the smallest thing and you laugh like crazy. you'll never see a drunk man giggle. You talk loud and not in the hushed tone of conspiracy. you are all of a sudden throwing caution to the winds and that definitely doesn't go down well with the conformists of this society. So it's a strange choice here. Isn't it. Live more by the number of years you live, or live more by how much in those years you live. It's just different strokes for different folks.



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